In life we are daily judged by our looks, the way we talk , the way we dress and definitely the way we hold ourselves.
So I often wonder Am I tall enough? Am I skinny enough? Am I loud enough? Am I pretty enough? Am I confident enough? And most importantly
Am I ENOUGH?
I wonder and I wonder until I find myself lost in a world of judgement thunder upon which I fell down the rabbit hole of discovering my body as a whole.
And from there the journey of getting to accept the fact that I’m curvy began !
My beloved mirror stopped having my back and changed her positive feedback. Leaving me crying and in a constant demand of what changed on my behalf.
My allure wasn’t fit for haute couture , my weight wasn’t great, my body was changing and my mind couldn’t stop complaining.